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He leaned back, stretching out just enough to radiate alpha ease. “A date.”

I rolled my eyes, but didn’t deny it this time. My silence was answer enough.

“And…” he paused, fingers tracing the rim of his glass. His expression shifted, the teasing softening into something quieter, more serious. “The beloved pack leader told me that if I’m courting an omega inhispack, I might as well join it.”

My breath caught. Fork midair. Motion suspended.

He said it so simply, like it was nothing. But it wasn’t. He wanted to join the pack.Mypack. For me.

I didn’t move, didn’t speak. The weight of those words settled in my chest, warm and terrifying.

Sebastian looked at me, steady and unreadable. “Don’t worry. I haven’t signed anything yet.”

But he didn’t need to.

Because the fact that he evenconsideredit meant everything.

Before I could say anything—before I could process the warm, terrifying thing blooming in my chest—Sebastian shifted forward, pulling something from the inside of his jacket.

“I got you a gift,” he said, voice annoyingly nonchalant as he placed a small, elegant box on the table. The deep green ribbon tied into a delicate bow made it look suspiciously like a bracelet box.

I narrowed my eyes. “Sebastian…”

“Don’t get all weird about it.”

“You shouldn’t have wasted your money.”

“Open it.”

I did. And paused. Inside were… little bags of chamomile tea. Hand-tied. Organic. Fancy.

I blinked, then looked up at him. “This is…”

“For stress,” he said, cutting me off, smugness curling intothe edges of his grin. “Y’know. For the nights I’m not around to relieve it in other ways.”

My lips parted in disbelief, then curled into an unwilling smile. “You’re such an ass.”

“Your favorite one,” he shot back.

I laughed—soft, genuine, unguarded. “Still an ass.”

But I traced the edge of the tea bags gently, carefully closing the lid like it was made of something fragile.

And maybe… I appreciated it more than I wanted to admit.

CHAPTER 15

Sebastian

I insisted on walking her home.

She tried to argue—of course she did, stubborn woman—but I wasn’t about to let her drive after two glasses of wine, even if she swore on her kitchen knives that she was fine. I slipped the valet a tip and asked him to deliver her car in the morning, then turned back to her with a smug smile.

“Blue Springs is very safe at night,” she muttered, pulling her keys out of her bag anyway, just to make a point.

“Still,” I said, falling into step beside her. “I’m using this as an excuse to spend a few more minutes with you. Let me have that.”

She rolled her eyes, but the corners of her mouth twitched, like she was trying hard not to smile.

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